20+ People Who Proved You Can Find Adventure Everywhere

When you go to the theater or a museum, you think, “That’s it, I’m going to get cultured.” But sometimes you can witness so many fascinating events in these decent establishments that you can’t even recall the performance or exhibition you watched there.

• I was about 14 years old, I went to the theater with my parents. And here we were sitting, watching an actress flirting with a man on stage. Something like, “Unzip my dress!” And then my dad says in a joyful bass out loud, “Let me unzip it!” The audience laughed, and me and my mom turned red with embarrassment. © Overheard / Ideer
• My boyfriend and I were going to the theater. I dress up and put on his gift: a set of gold earrings and a necklace. Romantic, yeah. By the end of the first act, my ears got hurt, by the end of the second act, my neck got covered in red spots and was itching terribly. And my boyfriend looked at me and innocently said, “I thought you were just joking about allergies to imitation jewelry, and that it would do.” © Overheard / Ideer

• I met a guy online. He asked me out on a date. I was tired of standard dates in cafes, so I suggested going to the theater. He supported the idea. When we entered, he very confidently led me to our seats. Seemed like he knew the theater well. This pleasantly surprised me, because he didn’t look like a theatergoer at first glance. I said, “You know the place so well. Do you come here often?” And he said, “Yes. 5 times a day,” and started laughing. It turns out that he works in a shop a stone’s throw away and goes to the theater to use the toilet. ©
  Ward No. 6 / VK

• I was with a group on a museum tour. As you know, every museum has a souvenir shop. I bought some souvenirs, paid for them, and went to lunch. As we were sitting in the restaurant, the teacher reminded me to text my mom. I reached for the pocket, and my phone wasn’t there! I frantically reached into my bag and it wasn’t there either! So, I ran out of the restaurant in a panic and ran to the museum. I explained to the shop assistant that perhaps I had forgotten my phone there. She handed me 2 phones at once, one of which was mine. I recognized the second one too, it belonged to a girl from our group. But I was confused and replied that I didn’t know who it belonged to. I still feel embarrassed to this day. © Caramel / VK
• The hall in our theater is small and cozy. The performance was wonderful. It was very interesting to watch. The only thing that spoilt the impression was a mother with a 3-year-old girl, who was constantly telling her daughter what was happening on stage. Perhaps you shouldn’t bring very young children to performances intended for older children. © Lomonosov-Club Magazine / Dzen
• A friend invited me to a play in a very famous theater. He gave me 2 passes. And I had no one to leave my 3-year-old son with. So, I took him with me. In order not to screw up, I sat next to the exit. If he started to make noise, I would take him and leave immediately. So, while the performance was going on, my son crawled under the seats and was quiet. Everything went well. The play was over. We waited for the friend. While we were walking along the streets, he told me that as soon as the child appeared in the theater, everyone was alerted: the actors were warned that there could be force majeure, the administrators kept an eye on the child, and the cameras were focused on us. © Beautiful Margot / Dzen

• I heard from my mother that I loved museums since I was 3. That’s because I was taken to see things that interested me, mainly social history, but also I remember a science museum that had holograms, Natural History museums with dinosaurs, and, of course, toy and doll museums. I remember a Transport Museum where we chambered on and off trams and pony carts. Frankly, some of my happiest memories. © Angela Shingler / Quora
• My husband and I recently realized that we hadn’t been to the theater for about 5 years, although we used to go once a month consistently before we had kids. We left the kids with my mom, I put on a dress, and my husband wore a suit. Happy we sat down on our seats and tuned in to enjoy the play. And then we were woken up by the attendant because my husband was snoring and disturbed the actors. Apparently, until our youngest one has all his teeth grown out, we can forget about theaters. © Mamdarinka / VK
• I was recently in the theater. All my attention was drawn to a very cute cat! He was obediently sitting on the owner’s shoulder and watching what was happening on stage. The neighbor of the couple looked at the cat with surprise and said that he had never seen anything like this before. In response, the cat’s owner explained that there was nothing strange about it, because the cat<strong> had read the play, and now he was curious about how the director adapted it to the stage. The neighbor didn’t understand the joke and moved to an empty seat away from them. © Chamber No. 6 / VK

• When I was a child, I often went to the theater with my grandparents. We lived modestly. But at intermission, when you look at all those expensive sandwiches, your stomach rumbles. Grandma, a kind soul, took some chicken, an egg, and a cucumber. At one point, an attendant berated us, like, “It’s not a train to come here with your own food.” And the granny said, “Your food here is too pricey. Would you like some of our food?” The attendant smiled and left.
• I thought it was better not to take children to the theater because it would be not a theatre, but a circus. But my husband convinced me that they know how to behave in places like this. I was very worried! I dressed them nicely and asked them to behave properly. We arrived and watched the play. At intermission, we had a snack in the cafeteria. The children behaved just fine. I was already relaxed, and then I heard, “Mo-o-om!” I turned my head and saw that the little girl was lying on the floor, and my son was dragging her on the floor like a sledge. © Mamdarinka / VK
• My boyfriend at the beginning of our relationship took me to the theater. At intermission, I became very interested in how the musicians were tuning their instruments. We walked up close. I leaned over the edge and watched intently at the process... and fell into the orchestra pit. It wasn’t too high and I didn’t hurt myself. Since then he’s been calling me “the star that fell.” © Overheard / Ideer

• I was at the theater the other day. The performance started. I hear someone yelling behind me. I turn round and realize it’s a boy. But it was dark, I couldn’t see for sure. Then he yelled again and again... At intermission, everyone leaves the hall. I start complaining about the child screaming. And his mother tells me that he is a special boy and was screaming out of joy. I blushed. I felt ashamed and mentally asked him to forgive me. © Overheard / Ideer
• I persuaded my husband to go to the theater. My husband was tired, but he watched with interest. Just asked quietly from time to time, “Is that her husband? Is this the lover?” I’m happy that he’s enjoying the play. Behind us, an old lady was sitting, and at some point, she hissed at us, “What a bunch of monkeys.” My husband sniggered, turned around, and said, “Totally agree. The play is about aristocrats, but the characters behave like animals.”
• I was in Turkey on an excursion to the pomegranate museum. The gods of marketing there were selling healing pomegranate syrup without sugar and preservatives. The composition was written in Turkish, but I can recognize glucose even in Turkish. I’m a chemist. What’s more, there were a bunch of “E codes” in the ingredients. I decided to make fun of the seller and asked him to translate the composition. So he starts telling me this, “The excess glucose is removed from the syrup, all the E’s are vitamins E, and the numbers next to them are just grams.” © Overheard / Ideer

• I was at the museum. Before leaving, I decided to wash my hands. I went to the toilet and there was a mile-long queue. I keep going and don’t stop. Near the door, a woman grabs my arm and shouts, “There’s a queue!” I told her that I just needed to wash my hands. So she followed me. And watched me until I finished. © Overheard / Ideer
• When I was a child, I went to a museum in Philadelphia that had a sculpture of a giant human heart that you could walk through, and as you did, embedded speakers were playing the sound of a heartbeat and blood flowing through the chambers. It was one of the coolest things I remember from my childhood. © EMPulseKC / Reddit
• Once I was at a play. And I was sitting next to a rude, insolent, shameless, and very chatty guy. He was commenting or talking on the phone. I happened to have a wide duct tape in my bag. I showed it to him and whispered that it was for him, that I would tape his mouth shut. You won’t believe it, he stopped talking. © darminagalina / Dzen

• My husband and I went to a local small theatre. Surprisingly, the performance was really good, the actors were excellent. When the performance was over, the actors came out to bow. They were approached by several people with flowers and an old lady with a bag. While other actors were accepting flowers, one very young guy was accepting home pies and a cake. It was clear that this old lady was there to see her talented grandson acting on stage. © Mamdarinka / VK
• Came to the museum for a tour, and was waiting for the beginning. Some old lady looking for “available ears” sat down next to me. She is an educated person, a teacher. But I can’t understand, why the old generation doesn’t have a bit of tact? She can see that I don’t want to talk and I’m uncomfortable with questions. So she started to teach me, like “a closed hand cannot receive.” © Overheard / Ideer
• I was 18, and we took a bus on a field trip from a small town in one of the rural parts of California to the old J. Paul Getty Museum in Malibu, which was inspired by the villas in Pompeii. I had never been to a real museum before. I wasn’t prepared and maybe that was a good thing. Looking back, it was a pivotal moment in my life. I stood before Greek and Roman statuary in the gardens, and wandered the halls, taking in color, texture, and the richness of seeing art in person rather than in print on a page. One artwork I remember specifically is the painting by Vincent Van Gogh. I was very impressed. Today, I do my own art. © Joy / Quora

• In our regional Drama Theater, the cloakroom attendants consider themselves the most important part of the theater, so long, slow queues form after every performance. And you must know which tail of the queue goes to the section of the cloakroom where you left your coat. Otherwise, the stately lady will refuse to give you your clothes, because she serves only these particular numbers. Now I arrive by car, park it closer to the entrance and leave my clothes in it. © NoName / ADME
• Went to the theater recently. I haven’t laughed like that in a long time. At first, everything was fine. But then a guy in a giraffe costume came on stage. The “giraffe” caught his head on the set, and then got stuck in it. It was impossible to hold back laughter. The whole audience was giving him a standing ovation while the other actors pulled their colleagues out of the “trap.” © Not everyone will understand / VK
• On my 50th birthday, a friend gave me a ticket to the theater. Front row. Actors from Italy. In the cloakroom, a young man, while taking our coats, offered something to us in half-whisper. Probably binoculars. What do we need them for? Front row. And so we sit like queens. The curtain rises. Apollo’s on stage, bare-chested. He starts his speech. Only then did we realize that the performance was in Italian and that the young man in the cloakroom offered us an audio translator. We ended up laughing all evening about how silly we were.

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